"Since the age of 9, i clenched my fists
From the final post, a razor to the wrist
Art comes from some kind of pain
and you are the one driving yourself insaneThe monsters that live inside my head
They control my thoughts, make me wish i was dead
I can't pretend I have hope. I can't live a lie.
i leave you here, with my sincerest goodbye "
From the final post, a razor to the wrist
Art comes from some kind of pain
and you are the one driving yourself insaneThe monsters that live inside my head
They control my thoughts, make me wish i was dead
I can't pretend I have hope. I can't live a lie.
i leave you here, with my sincerest goodbye "
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